Social Pariah

"Must we?" He questioned, arms folded over his broad chest, feet planted firmly on the floor of Harry's sitting room, a scowl upon his face.
She let out an exasperated sigh, why must he act like a child?

"Oh for god sake, Grow a set and let's

get out of here," Draco nagged, grabbing the elders arm and attempting to haul his big frame across to the front door. This act only got him a disgusted look and a snort.
"Must you always be a social pariah?" Harry questioned.
"A Social pariah, hey?" Sarcastically words passed his lips.
"Yeah you know, social out cast. Never wanting to go and be social, hang around people." Harry casually leant against the door frame, examining his nails before looking back up to the man.
"Perhaps Potter, I am what you call a social Pariah because I do not wish to be seen with, hang around with or cavort with the likes of you."

"Ouch, someone get me to the burn unit," Harry's sarcasm would have rivalled that of Severus' at that moment in time.

Hermione stepped in, wanting to break up the war of words. She knew neither of them had hard feelings against one another, but she knew they still liked to take stabs at one another when possible.

"Please?" Hermione looked into his eyes, giving him her best attempted at a heart broken look.
"I wont marry you unless you do this, it would mean the world to me."
"Oh fine," He huffed. "But I will warn you before we get there I will not be welcomed with open arms and it is likely to end in tears." Grabbing his cloak from where he had thrown it on the back of Harry's couch heading towards the front door and holding it open for the entourage to exit.

Hermione took Severus' hand, Harry held hers and Draco his, Hermione felt herself lurch forward, spinning, she thought she might void her lunch everywhere, willing herself not to throw up she welcomed the steady ground beneath her feet.

Gently she opened her eyes, smiling, the house was as it always was. Brick, two story's tall, immaculate garden with jasmine, lavender and roses. Severus recoiled at the sight of it, much too generic for his liking. Opening the garden gate Hermione led them up the short path, gently she rapt her knuckles against the door. Impatiently she tapped her foot against the step, it had been over a year since she has seen her parents, she felt bad about it but it could not be helped.

Slowly the beautiful stained wooden door opened, revealing a short thin woman with brown hair, Severus raised his brow at how much it looked like an older version of Hermione. The woman's face instantly lit up when she realised her only child was standing at the front door, Hermione launched herself into her mothers arms. The hug seemed to last a life time, her mother letting go she studied the other three.
"Harry!" The woman exclaimed grabbing him and dragging him forward into a bear hug.
"Nice to see you, Mrs. Granger." He managed to sputter out before she pushed all the air out of his lungs. She let him go, Hermione and Harry now stood in the entrance to the house, Severus and Draco on the door step and Hermione's mother in between them, as if eyeing them off and weighing up whether she should let the two strangers into her house.

Draco was the first to step forward, extending his hand. "Mrs. Granger I am Draco Malfoy." Her mother eyed the boy, taking his hand gently they shook, before Draco pulled back. "Draco Malfoy, are you not the one who gave me daughter a lot of trouble in school?"

Draco looked to the ground "Yes, and I am terribly sorry for that, I was stupid and narrow minded, we are great friends now."

Hermione's mother looked too Hermione who nodded, stepping back she let Draco in. Severus felt like turning on his heel and racing out of this situation. Had he not of been in love with Hermione, he would have. The woman looked Severus up and down from head to toe. Furrowing her brow a few times. "And you are?" She finally questioned.

"Severus Snape," He bit out almost sarcastically willing himself not to roll his eyes.
"Oh, great Severus Snape is before me, I almost feel as if I should bow," It was her turn to be sarcastic, but Hermione had told her all about him during her school years. Telling her he was sarcastic, bitter, twisted, a hell of a teacher and his voice was to die for, so far her daughter got the latter one right.

She stepped back, the four of them now in the house, Hermione led them to the sitting room. Draco and Harry sat on a couch together, Severus and Hermione sat on another couch together, causing her mother to raise an eyebrow but say nothing. Hermione's father walked into the room, almost jumping at the sight of the four of them. "Hermione." He bent down and gave his daughter a kiss atop the head before sitting in a single arm chair, white, matching the rest of the couches. Her mother sat next to her father in another single arm chair, silence washed over them for a few moments.
Severus looked around the room and mentally cringed, the house was immaculate, not a speck of dust to be seen, it reminded him a lot of Harry's house all florally and covered in doilys, it made him feel slightly ill.

"Where have you been, young lady? A year, well more then a year no phone call, e-mails or letters just what have you been doing!" Her mother, understandably upset.

Hermione took a deep breath and summed up the story in a short five minute speech, her parents listening intently. Once again silence fell over them. Her mothers eyes landed on the ring on her daughters finger, nudging her husband and glancing towards it he to saw it. "What is that?" Her mother asked softly.
"Oh this." She fingered the ring gently "A ring." Her mother rolled her eyes "I know what it is what KIND of ring is it?"

"An engagement ring," she mumbled.

Her mothers eyes lit up "Ron finally asked you. Where is he, anyway?" She leapt to her feet and flung her arms around her daughter, nearly knocking Severus off his seat.
"No," she snorted as her mother let go and sat back down. "I left him not long after I saw you last, he was cheating on me."

"Are you sure? He was a lovely boy he was so in love with you surely he would never do that." She looked to Harry who only confirmed what Hermione has said.
"And besides, he is dead." Draco quipped almost a little to happily. Ignoring the last comment her mother held onto the last shred of hope.

"It is Harry, isn't it?"
Hermione shook her head. "Come on now, I think Draco and Harry's blatant homosexual tendency's are out there and glaring at us." Hermione's father pointed out.

"No they are just friends." Hermione bit out as both boys awkwardly shifted in their seats.
"Well I highly doubt it is Draco" Her mother taking the focus off the two boys writhing on the couch.

Once again Hermione shook her head, her mother held her head in her hands, oh god, it wasn't was it?
"Mother, I am marrying Severus." There she said it, her daughter had just told her she was going to marry a man twice her senior. Her mother began to wring her hands together, she felt like breaking down and crying.

Her only child, her daughter, the one she had given birth to, the one she had hoped would meet a lovely young man get married and have lots of grand babies for her, Ron was the perfect candidate for that and now here her daughter was telling her she was going to marry the older, sarcastic, bitter man.

"Tea, we need tea, Hermione?" Her mother got to her feet, Hermione following. The four men sat exchanging awkward glances. "Well that was awkward." Draco chocked out.
"And this is the reason I did not want to come," Severus bit darkly shooting a pissed off glance at Draco who in return slumped low in his seat.

"I am sorry, Severus is it? We always just expected she would come home one day and tell us she was to marry Ron," he sighed wearily running a hand through his hair. "Thankfully that day is never to come." Draco, Harry and Severus looked to the man, surprised.
"I hated that guy so much. I mean Hermione's mother loved him, I thought he was a total tool. Severus, look after my baby girl." The man extended his hand to Severus who took it, the hand shake lasted only seconds but the blessing for his daughters hand in marriage was given.

"Are you sure he is the one for you?" Her mother broke the silence as they faffed about in the kitchen, slowly making the tea, boiling the water and setting the cups on a tray.

"He is, we have been through so much the past few months, he offered his own life to save me and he would do it again. He is the one for me mum, I know he is older then me and I know he is not Ron, but I love him and." She took a deep breath trying to muster up the courage to say what she really wanted too. "And if you do not approve so be it, I will marry him with or without your blessing."

Her mother silently cringed at the last statement, never in the girls life had she back chatted or shown disrespect to her, she knew her daughter was strong willed and would only fight for what she really wanted. She sighed, exasperated. "Fine." She held her arms out to her daughter, hugging her in a tight embrace. "If he means that much to you, so be it. We will welcome him into the family with open arms."

"Thank you, mum," She whispered against her mothers shoulder.

HG/SS

"Headmaster, eh?" Hermione's father leant back in his chair, engaging in conversation with Severus.
"Well I was until your daughter was taken captive and I went to save her. I was owled only this morning asking for me back." He watched as Hermione entered the room with a tray full of cups and cakes.
"Who is the Headmaster of what?" Hermione placed the tray down on the table, everyone grabbed a cup of tea.
"Me dear, of Hogwarts."
"Oh really? When did this happen? I assumed you have been gone for so long someone else would have had to step in." She handed out the white china cups to everyone.
"Yes, it was Mcgonigal, she wishes to retire and offered me to take over."
Hermione sat down next to him with her cup "Oh, and when were you going to tell me that, hey?"
"Right about now." He shrugged.

"Oh, you could get married there!" Harry who up until now had said very little.
"Oh yes and we can plan it," Draco quipped.
"Oh I have always wanted to plan a wedding." Harry was beaming at the prospect ahead of him.
Hermione coughed, trying to cover up the snigger she let out, perhaps her father was right about the two of them.

"And Potter, what makes you so sure I want you meddling in my affairs." He sneered, taking a sip of his tea.

"Because you love me." He watched as the man nearly snorted tea across the room.
"Potter, last time I checked you were on the list of things I did not love. However if it will get you off my case, feel free." He had to admit, he did love Potter, like the son he never had, but he would never tell anyone he felt that way.

A/N: Sorry for the slow update! Had to throw this chapter in as a filler and a bit more of a plot line... I hope you all like it. Please R& R if you love this story =). Nothing like meeting the parents, hey!

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